nothing like
that one, in fact,
maybe it wasn’t
even my
best kiss
but it was pretty
fine, and the fact
that he had asked
will forever make
that kiss
stand out in my
mind, touch my
heart, make me
remember a
kiss so tender
it made me cry.
He held me then,
smoothed my hair
and I asked him to
kiss me again
and he did, over
and over, until
I thought we might
melt together,
fused by kisses.
In That Quite Hot Moment
a park ranger cruised by,
took a good, long look.
Maybe we’d better go.
“I should get back anyway.
